Ghost of Summer Past parades on incongruous stage, rays reflecting a sunshine lost in folds, memory’s purse set aside for special purchase; it dances, floats, levitates, takes a bow as warmer days fall, moaning, into the crypt.Filed under: Autumn, Beauty, Fragility, Nature, Poetry, Summer Tagged: Charles Dickens, crypt, flowers, ghost, memory, photography, poem, stage, […]![]()
